Follow the sound and follow the way

The Proust Wind Orchestra has been dormant in the wilderness for many years, and it was unprecedentedly grand as soon as it came out of the mountain.The foundation invited many diplomatic ambassadors from other countries who are stationed in country P, together with local musicians, media, and ordinary audience who heard the news. Before the performance started at [-]:[-] p.m., the concert hall was full.

Today is a special day for robbery practitioner Johannes.

He has lived a precarious life since he was 16 years old. He never imagined that one day he would be able to wear a suit, sit with a lot of people with yachts and manors, and enjoy a symphonic wind concert.

But Johannes didn't feel the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Because he knew that his two flute angels who were always out of tune with the surroundings had finally found a place to stay for his smile.

Anna was wearing a uniformly made long skirt, and secretly stretched out her head to glance at the auditorium, and immediately exclaimed: "Oh my god, there are so many people!"

Tracy pulled her back: "They'll see you!"

Anna: "Tracey, did you see that? A lot of people!"

"Never mind," said Tracy, "I hear you!"

Anna: "Does Mr. Lin know?"

Tracy rolled her eyes: "Let's go tell him!"

Two flute angels ran backstage and boldly knocked on the door of the conductor's lounge.

Lin Yan stood at the door in a tuxedo: "What's the matter, girls?"

Anna said excitedly: "Mr. Lin—"

Tracy interrupted, "A lot of people—"

The two said in unison: "All seats are full!"

Lin Yan rarely showed a smile: "Really? Take me to see it."

Lin Yan had Anna in his left hand and Tracy in his right. The two flute angels couldn't wait to pull him to the side of the stage. There was a lively noise from the auditorium, and one could tell that the scene was really grand.

Lin Yan lowered his head and said to his chief and deputy chief flute, "Anna, Tracy, call everyone to me."

10 minutes before the opening, all members gathered in the background.Lin Yan looked at this group of elves whom he had cared for for several years, and seemed to see a turning point in their life.

Lin Yan: "There are a lot of people here today, have you seen it?"

All members: "See, sir."

Lin Yan: "Do you know why there are so many people here?"

The children were questioned, and they exchanged innocent and puzzled looks with each other, but no one spoke.

Lin Yan looked around the group, and gave the answer loudly: "Because you worked very hard."

"There is no shortcut to learning music other than practicing day after day. In the days to come, I hope you will continue to work hard. Then, ten or twenty years later, more people will come to see your performances. .”

"Boys and girls, can you do it?"

All members: "I can do it, sir!"

Lin Yan: "Very well, grab your instrument and get ready to go on stage."

The Proust Wind Ensemble, jointly created by conductor Evan Lin, flute player Dennis Bain, and French horn player Andrew Henry, emerged in the tropical storm that swept across the equator in November, and dedicated a whole lot to the audience. A show that exceeded all expectations.

The last piece of the first half was "The Spirit in the Forest" composed by Lin Yan and Mu Kang specially for the Proust Wind Orchestra.

Lin Yan did not hold the baton in this performance.Standing under the hot light, his posture was as straight as ever, with his right hand facing the bassoon and trombone, tapping out the first chord.

The French horn and English horn are added after three bars, and the harmony is gradually full.The scene in the concert hall turned sharply, rendering colors, and a wild jungle wind seemed to blow in the ears of the audience.

This wind of illusion shaped by music is a brand-new ingenuity that the audience has never heard of. It is the familiar and peaceful hometown of children, and what flows in Lin Yan's heart is his irreplaceable love.

The piccolo and the treble trumpet sounded jumpy, and they said confidently: "You have to grow them freely, beautifully and delicately, and that's what I'm capable of."

The flute and the E-flat trumpet continued to breathe, and said with a smile: "It's better just me and you."

Bassoon and trombone have long lines, and said softly: "80.00% of my works are written for him."

The whole song ends with a long chord that all voices have. Lin Yan holds the unconstrained harmony that belongs to Mu Kang in the palm of his hand.

Shocking applause and cheers erupted from the auditorium, and the performance was very successful.The top management of the foundation was extremely satisfied with what they heard, and Dennis and Andrew sat in the audience smiling happily, knowing that the number of scholarships was guaranteed.

Only Lin Yan turned his back to the audience and did not turn around for a long time.

Pulled by the music, he accepted Mu Kang's spiritual baptism again, but he was unable to support himself in the end.

what do I do?Lin Yan lowered his head, feeling so desperate that his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was shaking.

I really... miss him so much.

He once made a sincere appearance in the story and walked alone for many years, obviously he has been tested and experienced in the world.

But he was also hugged tightly by him, and he said "I won't let go" with his own ears. He said it so sincerely and deeply, and it was engraved in every strand of Lin Yan's wishful thinking.

"When the music hits the soul directly, it is the direction you should go down."

The moment the music hit the soul directly, it forced out Lin Yan's deep-seated emotion for Mu Kang. The emotion was burning with longing, and the longing was like a tide, which cruelly overturned the sadness and helplessness he had endured for two months.

Ten one-minute pieces, more than thirty voices, each note is a sweet story related to Mukang.

There are tens of thousands of notes, so many that Lin Yan's hands can't hold them, and eventually overflow into tears, pouring out of the eyes, penetrating memories, light, shadow and air drop by drop, and branding mottled marks on the podium.

This moment is epic.

Evan Lin, who was calm and composed in the face of Tchaikovsky's Sixth Symphony, was disrupted by a disciple who never made a mistake as a conductor, and for the first time in his career, he shed tears on the podium.

After "losing [-] pounds for the first time", the "first time list" related to Mukang added another row as expected.

And also at this epic moment, Lin Yan gave himself countless "first-time" apprentices, but only [-] kilometers away.

The tropical rainstorm that spread across the equator not only destroyed the rehearsal hall on the African plateau, but also destroyed several dangerous buildings in the slums in northern Jakarta, including the place where Xia Shu's crew put equipment and drinking water.Crew members rescued the materials overnight and moved to an abandoned shed on a high place.The flood rushed in the next day, swept away all the small wooden boats that could carry people, and trapped the crew and most of the residents in isolated slums.

Even though Xia Shu's team became a disaster victim, they were still very dedicated, taking materials wherever they encountered, recording frame by frame the humbleness and hardship of the local people in maintaining their survival in the flood.

The water depth of Xia Shu and Mu Kang's temporary residence is about [-] centimeters, according to local standards, it belongs to the level of "livable people".The two of them pushed a small dilapidated boat that was barely able to carry the load, and worked hard for a day in the strange land. They finished work at [-] pm, waded through the water and walked several hundred meters, and entered the house exhausted.

There was a mixed smell of fermentation and rot in the shed. Two small beds were placed on the north side, half of which were submerged in water, and only the parts in contact with the human body survived for the time being.Mu Kang sat down on the bed and took the towel handed by Xia Shu to wipe his feet.

Since Mu Kang was tricked by Xia Shu to come to Jakarta and board a pirate ship, he has never been clean from the calf down.

And the fucking rain ruined a mobile phone that hasn't had time to be updated.

Mukang said to Mukang 18 times in three days: "I need a new phone."

"It can still be used after the rain stops drying." Xia Shu said, "Where can I get you a mobile phone right now?"

Mu Kang: "Does your mobile phone have a signal?"

Xia Shu: "No, you asked half an hour ago."

"When will the rain stop?" Mu Kang said irritably, "Mobile phone is my life."

"It is said that we can stop tomorrow." Xia Shu handed Mu Kang a cigarette, "Have you got any inspiration?"

Mu Kang lit the cigarette and took a sharp puff: "No."

"Want to listen to some music for inspiration?" Xia Shu said, "Xiaoxiao put some music on my phone."

"Have you heard of Chai Liu?" Mu Kang pointed to his head, "It has been played here hundreds of times."

The world was devastated and the mood was crowded. The two artists looked at each other silently for a while, and sighed together.

Surrounded by smoke and sparkling water, the two of them sat cross-legged, looking like they were cultivating immortals.

Xia Shu complained: "Xiao Xiaoxiao's accommodation is too bad, so I won't come to visit the class."

Mu Kang: "It's right not to come, otherwise you won't even have a place to live."

Xia Shu: "Still sleeping like this tonight?"

Mu Kang: "Is there any other place to sleep?"

"It's gone." Xia Shu said, "What if the water comes up at night?"

Mu Kang let out a breath of smoke: "Let's talk when we come up."

Xia Shu then exhaled a puff of smoke: "Why 'talk' again? Swim out?"

"You, the locals use you." Mu Kang said casually, "Do you still have cigarettes? Give me another pack as a spare."

Xia Shu climbed to the head of the bed and took out a package of unopened Zhonghua and threw it at Mu Kang's feet: "In case we don't wake up..."

"No." Mu Kang stared at the flickering fire at his fingertips, "I can wake up."

At two o'clock in the morning, Poet Mu and Prison Guard Lin met in a dream, and they sacrificed a sadomasochistic knife, waking Mu Kang up on time.

Mu Kang opened his eyes in the rumbling rain, and spent 3 minutes to calm down, 2 minutes to miss Lin Yan, 1 minute to adapt to the darkness, and 20 seconds to figure out the situation.

The water level in the residence has risen, and it is no more than five centimeters away from the bed.

Mu Kang sat up calmly: "Director Xia."

Xia Shu: "...Huh?"

Mukang: "We're going to be drowned."

Xia Shu was already sleeping in fear, but when he heard this, his drowsiness disappeared immediately, and a carp sat up straight: "What...fuck."

Mu Kang decisively picked up the flashlight and mobile phone beside his pillow, got out of bed and stepped into the sewage: "Where's the smoke?"

Xia Shu looked behind him: "Soaked in water."

Mu Kang clicked his tongue: "Forget it, let's go."

The two walked out of the hut with difficulty, and the heavy rain poured down on their heads. The sky and the earth were pitch black, surrounded by noisy voices coming through the rain.Drowning Chicken No. [-] surnamed Mu was so blinded by the bean raindrops that he yelled at Draughty Chicken No. [-] surnamed Xia, "Let's go to the shelter in the west."

Drowning Chicken No. [-]: "Good!"

Drowning Chicken No. [-]: "Where are the others?"

Drowning Chicken No. [-]: "It's okay, let's call all the way there!"

The shelter on the west side of the slum is built on the high ground where the crew temporarily stores materials. It is difficult to be flooded and can shelter from the rain. Walking there will pass through the sheds where all crew members are temporarily stationed.The two shouted wildly every time they passed a shed, regardless of whether the person sleeping inside was their own or not.

The rain was pouring down relentlessly, trekking in the dark without seeing the way ahead, and the destination that was usually considered not far away could not be reached by any means at the moment. The drowned legion was exhausted by the heavy rain, and no one wanted to talk.

But there was a drowned chicken No. [-] who had no eyesight, and suddenly shouted through the rain: "Director Xia!"

Xia Shu: "..."

Drowning Chicken No. [-]: "Teacher Mu!"

Mu Kang: "..."

Lost Chicken No. [-] is indomitable: "Director Xia! Teacher Mu!"

Mu Kang said to Xia Shu, "I'm calling you."

Xia Shu could only squint his eyes and turn around and shouted, "What are you doing?"

Drowning Chicken No. [-]: "There's someone here!"

Mu Kang thought he heard it wrong: "What?"

Drowning Chicken No. [-] yelled anxiously, "Someone's in the water! It's a child!"

Mu Kang: "I...fuck."

The march was suspended, and all the soaked chickens surrounded them.

It was an ordinary local dwelling, and it was hard to see how many floors there were at night.The water depth on the first floor was knee-deep, and the interior furnishings were simple. There was a bed against the east wall, and a girl was lying alone on it.

The girl frowned slightly and her eyes were closed tightly. Half of her long hair was buried in the water, illuminated by the light of the flashlight, like a female ghost haunting the night.

"I have a fever." Drowned Chicken No. [-] was a hen, and reached out to touch the girl's face, "Where are her parents?"

The drowned chicken No. [-], who is also a hen, came close to the girl's ear and called a few times, but the feedback he got was so weak that it could almost be ignored.

"Stop barking." Mu Kang walked over and picked the girl up from the bed, took the umbrella that Xia Shu handed over and got it from somewhere, and said succinctly, "Let's go."

The drowned legion braved the rain to find a princess who urgently needed to be rescued, and suddenly they had the impetus to move forward as if they had added a turbo. Voices, the refuge has finally arrived.

It is said to be a refuge, but it is actually a few large canopies with light bulbs hanging on it. Nearly a hundred people are sitting or lying on the ground. Most of the light bulbs are out of power, and only two or three are trying to shine.

They can't light the way for the homeless, but they can at least warm the night.

Mu Kang hugged the girl and walked to the place where the light was, and several residents who had dealt with the film crew gathered around one after another, saying, "It's Sushir!"

"Do you know her?" Xia Shu asked, "Where are her parents?"

A middle-aged woman wrapped in a headscarf said: "She has no parents, only an older brother."

"His brother, Luis, is an amazing man. He has been out working for a few days." A brunette girl said, "But Sushil is very good and can take care of herself."

"Not this time, she's sick." Mu Kang supported the girl with another hand and asked, "Is there a doctor?"

Several residents looked at each other, and the dark-haired girl said, "No doctor will come here, sir."

Mu Kang glanced at Xia Shu: "Does the phone have a signal?"

Xia Shu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, then shook his head sullenly.

On a rainy night, the refuge they lived in was like an isolated island in the roaring sea. No one else could get in, nor could anyone on the island get out.

Xia Shu came up with a bad idea: "We take turns hugging?"

"...It's better to let her lie down." The middle-aged woman said.

"Let's make a floor shop," Mu Kang said, "clothes or anything else, as long as it's soft and dry."

Everyone asked everyone in the shelter, pieced together a pile of rags and clothes, and worked together to make a floor bunk for the girl.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Xia Shu said to the drowned chicken [-], "Let's rest."

The exhausted army finally settled in the camp, and everyone fell to the ground from exhaustion.Sitting next to the girl, Mu Kang said to Xia Shu, "Why hasn't she responded?"

Xia Shu said blankly, "I don't know."

Mu Kang: "Aren't you the one who wants to be a father?"

"What??" Xia Shu was so frightened that his whole body became clever, and he roared, "A little novel? Why don't I know?"

Mu Kang looked at Xia Shu calmly: "A straight man will always be a father one day."

Xia Shu: "..."

Mu Kang shook his head: "The ideological awareness is not deep enough, Director Xia."

Xia Shu was sweating profusely from being teased by Mu Kang, and said in shock, "You are also a fucking straight man."

"I'm not straight anymore." Mu Kang shrugged, "The other half is EvanLin."

Xia Shu sneered: "Really, did Evan agree?"

"Does it matter?" Mu Kang said nonchalantly, "He doesn't want me to take the bait."

"Are you sure you can overthrow Evan?" Xia Shu said, "He doesn't look weaker than you."

Mu Kang said without shame: "Why do you have to push it down, can I just lie down on my own?"

Xia Shu was dumbfounded: "You..."

Mu Kang: "What?"

Xia Shu: "...nothing."

Hold.Director Xia thought horribly: I seem to have found out about a big event by accident.

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Sleep：

柴六：柴可夫斯基b小调第6号交响曲“悲怆”（PyotrIlyichTchaikovsky-TheSymphonyNo.6inBminor,Pathétique,Op.74），俄国作曲家彼得·伊里奇·柴可夫斯基最后一部完稿的交响曲，写于1893年2月至8月之间，同年10月28号在圣彼得堡首演，首演九天后老柴就去世了。

The BGM in the last few chapters is Chai Liu. My favorite is the live version of Celibidak and Munich Philharmonic. Unfortunately, there is no such thing in Netease Cloud. The song list has the same Mravinsky as the previous Chai Wu. version of.